I am from Russian province, small city on the Murmansk region. There are only +10C* two month on summer and -30C* 8 month winter.
I worked as a systems administrator, but in February 2012 dismissed, becouse our company has finished.
There is not work on our small city. There is no vacancies system admininstrator. I tried to find all possible vacancies, such as cleaner, courier, but no vacancies, no work.
My wife is no work too.
I took out a bank loan, I bought GPU cards. There is no shops on our small city, there is no secondary market, and I bought it in inernet-markets with high prices and high price delivery.
And there was many problems with start mining, such as long delivery; and there was problem with my builder-workers who builded my special balcony for mining (it was russian slovenliness, cheating and drunkenness of my builder-workers).
I planned to spend the profit from BTC mining to move to a warmer area to pursue farming agriculture such as potato, tomato (I'm tired of working for peanuts system admininstrator).
But now I owe money to three banks, $10000.
Now I have only $18 per a day from mining, $540 per month. But I owe the banks $ 600 a month (the half of this, $300 is monthly percents; and only the half, $ 300 is reduce debt).
If I'm selling my house, it will be only $6000 and I will owe the bank $4000.
If I'm selling my computers, GPU, it will be only $1500-2000, because there are many difficulties with the sale on my region.
Help me please.
1 BTC = 1 day food for me and my wife
2 BTC = 1/30 of my monthly debt banks
Thank you, thank you very very much!
PS. Sorry for my bad english language.
Meanwhile, over one hundred years ago, in a land equally as far away from potatos' and tomatoes'i warmer climes, but remarkably close by : The Land God Forgot
The lonely sunsets flare forlorn
Down valleys dreadly desolate;
The lordly mountains soar in scorn
As still as death, as stern as fate.
The lonely sunsets flame and die;
The giant valleys gulp the night;
The monster mountains scrape the sky,
Where eager stars are diamond-bright.
So gaunt against the gibbous moon,
Piercing the silence velvet-piled,
A lone wolf howls his ancient rune --
The fell arch-spirit of the Wild.
O outcast land! O leper land!
Let the lone wolf-cry all express
The hate insensate of thy hand,
Thy heart's abysmal loneliness.
You know ?———
- Seriously, potato, tomato, potatos, tomatoes ?! How is this fair and equal, dear American socialists ? Please to fix your language to bring it more in line with your ideology tyvm. [↩]